"Books I can teach Father out of when he wants to learn something mundane and practical."

"Why is it called feathers?"

"When I name those sections I pick something that evokes the underlying concept for me, not necessarily for a perfectly logical reason. Feathers are part of a wing; flight is a practical skill."

"Ah. I see. Less intuitive than 'Blue', but."

She smiles.

"Do you recommend anything in particular?"

"There's a book in the Blue section called Between Raindrops. It's my favourite."

"I'll definitely read it, then."

She smiles again.

"What's your name?"

"Ah, I apologize; I'm used to a certain notoriety. My name is Necori Zeris."

"I am Irikaino."

Thoughtful pause.

"It's nice to meet you."

"And you as well."

"What are you notorious for?"

"Accidentally-on-purpose getting caught kissing pretty young men, mostly."

"Interesting hobby."

"I don't get along very well with my family. After they all but disowned me I didn't have much to do with my time besides reading poetry and tarnishing their reputation by association."

"Well, I suppose that makes sense."

"And kissing pretty young men is fun in its own right."

"I wouldn't know."

"I suppose not. Do you spend all your time here?"

"On the mountain? Yes."

"Why?"

She shrugs. "I don't have any reason to leave."

"It seems like it must be lonely."

"I don't get lonely very easily."